Fighter | l.h.

11

I wake up the next morning, my neck and back hurting like a bitch, and a heavy feeling on top of me. Opening my eyes slowly, I see a blonde haired idiot sleeping on my chest, using my boobs as pillows. I looked to my side, our dinner plates from last night on the coffee table along with what looked like wine glasses. That could explain why I also had a minor headache. The TV was glowing its fluorescent glow, and I felt my back move up, Lukes hands moving under me as he repositioned himself.

"I know you're awake," I said quietly, my fingers running through his hair.

"No I'm not," he mumbled, turning his head to the side.

"Okay, sorry." I felt his chuckle in my own body as he slid up to face me, his arms resting on either side of my head.

"I had fun last night," he said leaning down again but this time so our heads were even. "You're a good cook, and I mean it because I've had some pretty shit dinners for first dates."

"I learned from Ashton and my mom, so thank them and not me." To make myself more comfortable, I moved one arm around his shoulders and the other one rested lazily on his waist. "What even happened last night?"

"Last night?" He said moving his arm under my neck, providing my head with some sort of cushioning. His other arm still rested underneath my back. "Let me see, last night we watched Austin Powers, which was really stupid because they're stupid movies. And then I took out this bottle of wine that I had no idea was even in my possession, and then we talked. And around one you fell asleep on the couch so I went to go get a blanket but I didn't want to so I used you as a pillow," he said, his fingers playing with my hair.

"Well you were a nice blanket, Hemmings," I said holding the back of his neck. "And you aren't telling me the full story. What happened before the shit movie?"

"What do you mean? That's literally all we did," he said, his voice cracking at his little lie.

"Oh sweetie you are such a horrible liar," I said smirking. "Why did you kiss me last night?"

"Why didn't I? You are someone who deserves to be kissed at every opportunity, to be told how beautiful you are when the chance is right, and to be reminded of how you are loved every second." He rolled off the side of the couch and to the side, looking me in the eyes. "Christine, you deserve everything. And after what we talked about last night, I want to be the person who is there for you."

What did we talk about last night? Dammit, he's asking me to be his girlfriend and I can't even remember what our conversation was about!

"I don't remember anything I said last night," I muttered, my hand going to my neck to try to rub out the pain I was experiencing.

"You told me about your mom and how you two didn't really work out. You told me about how you never had a dad, and if you did you couldn't be bothered to remember him. You told me a lot about how you got bullied at school when you were younger and how your friend Kirsten is the only real friend you have. You said you have 'friends' but they aren't there for you like she is. And then you talked about...you talked about Teddy."

My head shot up and my jaw dropped. Shit. "What did I saw about Teddy?"

"You said he was the first person you ever loved. He made you feel complete. He was your world until he left. He meant a lot to you and apparently he was a real jerk in the end."

"He wasn't a jerk, he was just confused. He got involved in the wrong crowds and...things didn't work for us after that." I turned my head to try to avoid any tears from falling. "I cared a lot about Teddy. He cared a lot about me. And the last year without him in my life has been hell."